Nineteen Hundred

[emilygu]

It's always weird talking to you again, like a piece of my past coming back to haunt me. Although the words are kind and genuine, they are displaced. They have no place in my composition, and I just feel strangely uneasy. So, of course, I realize that the wounds are still there, and that I'm still healing. Fortunately, every round is a little more

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[ex_glasshear839]

Holy moly... this quarter being over isn't registering. Ilana's coming back already!? I'm leaving?!